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Even Lunatics Need Jobs

No matter where I send you, you return.
The fault lies in my own emotional navigation,
Wasting words and energy for energy's sake.
I hurl you into dead end corners,
So you can climb back into my brain.
All that's left are forced giddy-ups.
So help me check off all my screw-ups.
A job for lunatics.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 3/3/2016 5:55:00 PM
Forced giddy -ups? It is a horsy you are hurling? Or am I the lunatic? I like it!
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